When He Regretted It, His Daughter was Dead

But now, I didn't care anymore.

"Damon, let's get a divorce," I enunciated.

Damon looked as though he had heard the biggest joke of his life. He mocked me, "Divorce? Suzanne, is that what you want? Remember, you don't have a job right now. If we divorce, custody of Glenda will go to me."

The mention of Glenda stabbed at my nerves, causing every cell in my body to scream in pain.

Turning around, I retrieved my ID and marriage certificate from the cabinet. "Let's go. The City Hall hasn't closed yet. We can get our divorce now."

He looked at the documents in my hand and scoffed, "Come on. Stop bluffing."

I remained silent.

He began to lose his cool. "Are you serious?"

My eyes turned red. "Damon, all these years, you've been busy with work, never celebrating our anniversaries or spending time with Glenda. I know your job is demanding, with patients always coming first."

"Be honest with me. Did you really have an emergency surgery when you left us at the gas station the other day?"

Damon was surprised. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm sorry. It was my fault. I promise I won't ever leave you behind like that again. Whenever you need me, I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Damon, not every apology deserves forgiveness," I said with tears welling up in my eyes. "I won't forgive you."

Before Damon could say anything else, his phone rang suddenly. He answered the call and hurriedly left.

The ringtone was Alicia's new song.

I felt disgusted beyond words. As I began to gather my things to leave, my phone rang.

"Ms. Hale, could you come to the cemetery? Your daughter's grave has been dug up. The police are on their way."

I hung up and rushed to the cemetery in a panic.

*****

The cemetery staff immediately led me over, apologizing profusely. "Ms. Hale, we're so sorry. She said she wanted to see the grave, so we took her there. We didn't expect her to order someone to dig.

"The police have arrived and have restrained them, waiting for you to come."

I followed the staff quickly, and from a distance, I saw two familiar figures.

One of them was Alicia, and the person holding her was Damon.

If it weren't for her, Damon wouldn't have let me and Glenda get out of the car. Even if Glenda had a sudden heart attack, she could have been promptly taken to the hospital. And now, she was trying to dig up my daughter's grave.

Hatred made me tremble with anger. I stepped forward and pulled Alicia out of Damon's embrace, slapping her hard across the face.

I was not satisfied and was about to slap her again when Damon grabbed my wrist, pushing me to the ground. "Suzanne! What are you doing here? And why do you slap her?"

I struggled to get up from the ground, attempting to fight Damon, but the police intervened and separated us.

Alicia came to her senses, covering her face and collapsing into Damon's arms. "Damon, my eyes..."

Damon felt distressed and hugged Alicia to comfort her. "Don't cry. You just had your stitches removed. You can't cry now. It's okay. I will take care of everything."